I like my bacon limp...dammit.

I'm kinda perturbed that the cook downstairs doesn't understand simple breakfast terms. For example "I'd like my eggs scrambled" seems to confuse the shit out of him. Today I decided to make it EASY on him and just get three strips of limp bacon. This lil faggot stares at me like "what the fuck is that?" and proceeds to pick up the crispiest bacon in the pan. I said noo...limp...and flipped my wrist (since I knew he'd understand that shit). Low and behold...he goes OOOOH and picks up the bacon I want. I'm like for real? Goodness.

Oh and I do think I need to start all over learning to walk...for the second time this week I've nearly busted my ass walking from the train station to work. On Monday I was rocking my fierce red boots but it was kinda windy and a little wet out so I was being extra careful (or so I thought). A gust of wind came through and I started sliding down the sidewalk like I was skiing or some shit. Now it would have been easy to catch my balance, but I had my laptop bag on one shoulder. Purse on the other...and holding my cup of tea. I looked like...I don't even know what I looked like screaming and flailing trying to catch my balance. People were looking...probably laughing...the whole 9. Praise balance beam Jesus I didn't fall though. I tell you what...I refused to turn around and look back, I damn near ran into my building.

THEN today...I'm fierce again but I have on my black stiletto style knee boots and some jeans...I'm like Kanye "you can't tell me nothin" till I start damn sliding again. This time though...people are looking, pointing, and shit...I look back to pretend like I slid on something and say "ya'll better be careful, it's a little slick right there" and try to run into my building again. Now either I can't walk in heels or the "you gonna bust your ass" demon is out to get me. I'm scared as hell to walk to GSU to get my December Marta card. My damn luck I'll fall slap in the middle of Peachtree. *frown*

Since the semester is practically over...I'll have more time to blog. So get ready to rumble (or tumble in my case).

G'Day Folks!

Lady Doss

*SIGH*

I'm awake...the end.

Ok maybe not...I took a Vicodin and I feel like a junkie or something. This was at 9 PM. My mind is racing and it feels like shit is crawling on me. I keep scratching and carrying on like a crack head. THEN Syd has been crying since 1. I went in her room and sat with her, she slept for 20 minutes and was up screaming again. I woke back up to her yelling "stop it..." and "shut up..." to someone or something. I went BACK in to look around, nothing. She was still crying with me in the room so I brought her in here to sleep with us. She slept for 20 minutes, back up crying. She got out of our bed and went in her brother's room...then downstairs. So of course I get up again. I Pick her up and take her back in her room. I lay her down...she goes right back to sleep...for about 3 minutes. I turn on her lamp...still crying...the tv...still crying...I just gave up and shut her door and ours to let her cry it out. I think she's having nightmares but mommy can't stop them and she's not wanting to be receptive to my soothing methods. Lord tomorrow (today) is going to be a long day...

To be continued...

Lady Doss